Pulp Fiction, 1922 · page 168 of 180
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., + : - Se a? ow " ey ee : oA”, - ’ * > « = ° .” a pm Te 4. , hated ¢ “er /———- ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. , ‘anyone ing themselves. coughed again. ‘‘ Why don’t you take that 2 was ordinarily so sane and sensi- lounge-lizard with the fat roll? He'll buy =" om A cross at times, especially since his you a taxi.” Mi eo ae igh bothered him so much; a bit un- “Tl buy my own taxi if I need one,” sonable about honesty and fair play— answered Lois. ‘“ Anyhow, I don’t want ry dering his former profession—but or- Tommy. I want you. Please, Ollie—’ve fly Oliver was well worth the best already told Rose that you’d come. She'll : rts of any girl. And Oliver had admitted think I’m ditched if you turn me down. ; she would make a satisfactory wife for Please, Oliver, take me to Rose’s party.” : one. She smiled at the thought of Oliver’s bark was always worse than his ' 10r evir oon spent in California, and the bite. His refusal gradually turned into ac- in beneath the silvery curls began to ceptance, just as Lois had known that it rove. upon her original plan to help would. Oliver Ohle had been a sociable 3 rer pay his own way to Frisco. soul before his cough interfered with his — profession and his finances. sa Il. Lois hung up the receiver with a throaty | Biss: s little laugh of happiness. Oliver was a dear tn the restaurant where Lois McAllister and she loved him. She would make him need her way through the hearts of the forget his fear of blondes. Blondes were shestra, straight to the pocket books of all right if you pick the right one.. e patrons, the performers were allowed Sooner or later, Oliver would find out that : 0 -casional moment of conversation with at least one blonde would bring him good ir admirers. ‘The management consid- luck. sd this good business and the girls took It. sdvantage of it—in order to chat with their oe yn particular sweethearts more often than Wuen Oliver appeared, wearing his rub- th the moneyed patrons of the restaurant. bers, Lois gave him her sweetest and most r The moment Tommy Hammil appeared enchanting smile. Ollie returned it; this is table, Lois sent word to him to come dainty, exquisite blonde was really pretty. " oe, In the cozy little reception- Ollie walked with her from the front of the "i ed him effusively and smiled restaurant where he met her, conscious of -as she talked. She eveficescended the admiring glances of all the men on the e or two and Tommy, pink-cheeked street whose eyesight was good. ing, departed with a chuckle of As they strolled up Broadway beneath Eaton The evening would prove Oliver’s umbrella, he began to wish that even if he was spending his Jast Lois was a brunette. She liked him, that dollar bill. was certain; the touch of her soft, pink- “a - Lois slipped into the telephone palmed hand within his elbow was ee th near her dressing room door and able and pleasant; her violet eyes glo .d Oliver Ohle. : softly. If Lois had only been born a five broken with Tommy,” brunette— : said wher lee ard the deeply tek At this time of night Fifty-Fifth Street . ‘at the other end of the wire. “Rose was practically deserted. Only an re le is having a party in her room to- sional roving taxi or a homeward boun » Will vou take me?” pedestrian drifted upon the street. j Jing cough from Oliver developed “ This is the place, said Lois, a sligh rumbling cOuED trom ve said, “ Be- pressure on Oliver's arm guiding him up it's beginning to rain and you know Tip os steps. “ Rose 1s gomg © T auchtn’t holes in a lot of— Dias had Jy ee They had reached the top. A tomb-like 4 . ent rubbers,” said Lois cheer- hallway waited to engulf a ears eee BO AS « Isn’t this a lovely place for a holé-upi oN Sn REISS ROE comicbooks.com